Just recently I wrote a note to writer friends regarding enlightenment being out of my reach though I imagined it was also most likely highly overrated. Ditto perfection. What I didn't write about was my unspoken reaction to a young (55 qualifies as young), strapping, muscular (oh those arms), kilted, bagpipe player as he entertained an audience of several hundred people. May I please share in the pleasure you expressed in this exquisite telltale line: "but today I’m surrendering to the pleasure of this photograph, and the longing it awakens, grateful that I can still be undone."
“Stay,” the half-naked Plumb Bob Man said. And, in her inside heart, she did. You can do more with one word. Abagail, than the rest of us with a novel.
Cannot tell if my first response made it through to you, so will repeat and resend now. You do not need length, Abigail. You and Hemingway can say and slay in 6 words or less. SUCH fabulous talent!!!
Oooowee, this was a delight to read. Like a literary chocolate truffle on an otherwise humdrum day. It got me thinking about a long ago afternoon encounter on a summer beach...a beautiful big romance that fit into my back pocket. Thank you for stirring me up!
I've never read "Getting Over Tom," but I will find it this week but I imagine it won't be quite the same as reading these few paragraphs. I've thrown out so many photos and notes that could flash me back to undone moments. I'm glad you have not.
Lovely and sexy and I know what you looked like when you were 48, and you also were too cute to stay home...xo
Thank you, Nan. So nice of you.
Miss you, Abby! xo
we should have coffee or lunch or whatever soon. Miss you too, Nan. But you are shining!
Thanks, Abby! We'll set something up, I'll get in touch this week. xo
Oh Abigail, you are such a scamp! Thank you for that! I wish you’d post the photo of “Too Cute to Stay Home”!!!!
Please?????
I will ask my daughter to dit when she gets back in a few days. Thank you.
Excellent! Thank you, we’ll all be satisfied then. ;-)
Just recently I wrote a note to writer friends regarding enlightenment being out of my reach though I imagined it was also most likely highly overrated. Ditto perfection. What I didn't write about was my unspoken reaction to a young (55 qualifies as young), strapping, muscular (oh those arms), kilted, bagpipe player as he entertained an audience of several hundred people. May I please share in the pleasure you expressed in this exquisite telltale line: "but today I’m surrendering to the pleasure of this photograph, and the longing it awakens, grateful that I can still be undone."
So glad you wrote about it now. Oh sigh.
You shock, surprise and delight me in equal measure. Love love love this!
Thank you very much!
Thank you, AGAIN, for reminding us all that it's only if we are willing to tell the truth of our lives, that our lives will matter.
Even if only to ourselves, but I think if we can manage that , some things will be better.
“Stay,” the half-naked Plumb Bob Man said. And, in her inside heart, she did. You can do more with one word. Abagail, than the rest of us with a novel.
That's very nice of you to say. I couldn't write a novel if my life depended on it. But thank you very much.
Cannot tell if my first response made it through to you, so will repeat and resend now. You do not need length, Abigail. You and Hemingway can say and slay in 6 words or less. SUCH fabulous talent!!!
I can’t remember if you got my reply, this messaging thing has me flummoxed sometimes, but THANK YOU for such a compliment.
Thank you very much.It was fun to remember, although maybe fun is the wrong word.
You don’t need length, Abigail. You and Hemingway can convey and slay in 6 words or less. SUCH a talent!!!
Can the you share the photo?
got to wait for my daughter to come home. I don’t know how!
Oooowee, this was a delight to read. Like a literary chocolate truffle on an otherwise humdrum day. It got me thinking about a long ago afternoon encounter on a summer beach...a beautiful big romance that fit into my back pocket. Thank you for stirring me up!
love that it fit in your back pocket.
I love this so much. Thank you!
Thank you!!
Thank you very much, Kathy!
Loving this! Brings to mind a memory of a similar man in my life. What a time that was!
We've all got one or two of them, right? Lovely to remember.
REMEMBER is the key word here ... I'm pretty sure almost all of them are better in the sweet golden haze of the past than they were in real time.
Not this one, but yeah. Some of them were.
And we will always have them, because we remember.
What a memory to relish, Abigail!
You're not kidding. Yes. and thank you.
love this!!!
Thanks, Dakota.
As a carpenter and a poet, I’m pissed I didn’t think of “the plumb line is God.”
Fuck. He’s so right.
I've never read "Getting Over Tom," but I will find it this week but I imagine it won't be quite the same as reading these few paragraphs. I've thrown out so many photos and notes that could flash me back to undone moments. I'm glad you have not.
Thank you. Me too.
Love this steamy memory! Teasingly told…😉
Thank you. So glad you liked it.
Hi ABBY I’M FOND OF IMPERFECTION TOO👋☺️💃🐌👊🏽
Abby, we are sisters.
Good for you!!!
love,
the other abby